Soon, the dark nights sound and the Ferrari arrived one after the other at a racing track in Kyoto.
As dusk fell, the low growl of the track's engines sounded like the breathing of a sleeping giant beast.
Looking out, the parking lot was like a flowing feast of top-tier automobiles.
The lamborghini reventón, Koenigsegg Agera R, Pagani Zonda F... these rare beasts that one could only admire in car magazines were now parked quietly like docile steeds.
The value of each one was enough to buy a nice luxury mansion in the Imperial Capital.
Well-dressed men and women with extraordinary temperaments gathered in small groups.
But at this moment, most people's eyes were not on these famous cars, but were focused on the finish line area of the track.
Their expressions varied—some were indignant, some were unwilling—and the atmosphere felt somewhat oppressive.
Shen Shuang's ferrari 488, which was originally extremely eye-catching on the street, now appeared exceptionally "plain" and even somewhat inconspicuous surrounded by these "gods," just as she had expected.
Because she was following Jiang Cheng, Shen Shuang was very sensible and didn't try to stand out.
She obediently parked her car in the outer area.
Shen Shuang kept a low profile, but Jiang Cheng did not.
After driving in, Jiang Cheng didn't obediently park on the sides, but instead drove straight through the supercars on both sides to the very front.
As soon as the entirely pitch-black "Ghost" appeared, its unique aura instantly attracted many eyes.
The low rumble of the V12 engine was completely different from the high-pitched screams of the other supercars on the field, sounding like an announcement before an emperor's arrival.
Just as the car came to a steady stop, Fu Yang and Shen An, who were originally talking to Jiang Xin, both noticed this unique "Dark Night" figure at the same time.
The three of them looked at each other, a trace of imperceptible solemnity flashing in their eyes, and then they stopped their conversation and walked forward together to meet him.
"Brother Cheng, your presence really brings honor to our club," Fu Yang said, reaching out warmly, though his voice was somewhat low, carrying a hint of apology and lingering anger.
Compared to Fu Yang, Shen An's expression was more composed as he spoke with a smile: "Brother Cheng, your entrance was incredibly cool..."
After Shen An finished speaking, Jiang Xin, who was beside him, was also full of smiles, his attitude even carrying a trace of imperceptible respect.
Picking up the conversation, he said: "Brother Cheng, as soon as your 'dark nights sound' entered the field, all our other cars became mere backdrops. When this car appeared in Kyoto, it caused quite a stir; I even saw people posting photos in the Magic City groups. I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.
This was the power of QQ Groups and wechat groups.
Seeing the three of them walking hurriedly, the eyes of the other members in the club were all fixed on Jiang Cheng.
Fu Yang's word was law in the Beijing supercar circle, and he was very principled in his dealings; he wouldn't let someone join just because they were Wang Congcong.
He had even independently secured the authorization for Koenigsegg in China.
He led the spread of the supercar circle in China and gathered all these people here.
So even if his family's position wasn't the highest among the second-generation heirs, everyone respected him deeply.
Everyone present was a supercar enthusiast and could tell what kind of car it was at a single glance.
Normally, some arrogant people might feel that Jiang Cheng was being too high-profile.
But now, everyone felt that this car's appearance was just right.
"Holy crap, who is that? Who in our club bought this car..."
"It probably isn't someone from our club. I saw someone take a photo of this car on the side of the road in another group before."
"Not only is the car good, but the license plate is also quite something... 00001."
Faced with the enthusiasm of the three men, Jiang Cheng just smiled faintly.
"It's been a while since I've driven on a track. Thanks for the invitation."
Hearing this, Fu Songyang immediately smiled and said: "Your coming is the greatest honor. This way, please; the best viewing spots have been reserved for you."
After saying that, Shen An immediately nodded toward Jiang Churan and called out: "Sister-in-law."
As soon as Shen An said that, Fu Yang and Jiang Xin followed suit.
Although she had already witnessed such scenes of being surrounded by people when she first met Jiang Cheng at the bar,
there were just too many supercars today. One could only say it was fortunate she had been performing on stage recently, so her courage had improved a lot.
Facing the greetings from these big shots, Jiang Churan was clearly able to keep her cool, greeting everyone one by one as Jiang Cheng introduced them.
Xu Yan and Shen Shuang, who were walking toward Jiang Cheng after parking, saw this scene and exchanged a "just as expected" look.
Although they were mentally prepared, seeing these rich kids flatter Jiang Cheng with their own eyes still left them somewhat shocked.
Seeing Xu Yan and Shen Shuang, Shen An took the initiative to greet them before Jiang Cheng could speak.
"Oh, you're here."
Shen Shuang said, "Sorry for the intrusion~"
"What intrusion? You're all Brother Cheng's friends. Everyone here today is from the circle, and there are several girls too, so it's a good chance to get to know each other..."
"That's great! I've wanted to try the feeling of driving a 488 on a professional track for a long time."
Shen An immediately arranged: "No problem. After the ones on the track finish, we'll clear the field so you can take a nice little lap."
As he finished speaking, a fluorescent yellow Lamborghini SVJ came to a stop at the finish line with an extremely exaggerated drift.
A tall white girl pushed open the car door.
She took off her helmet, shook her hair, and raised her arms high with an unabashedly contemptuous smile on her face.
As soon as she got out of the car, several Foreigner walked over from the side.
The few people were holding up their phones to film, shouting loudly in English:
"Congratulations on winning the race so easily."
"Great performance!"
The girl smiled at the words and looked with a hint of mockery at the mclaren that stopped a few seconds after her.
Although the girl was wearing a helmet, seeing that pink racing suit, the familiar rose-red helmet, and the pink hair under the helmet,
Jiang Cheng recognized her at a glance.
He turned to Jiang Xin and asked, "She came too?"
"Brother Cheng, it seems you haven't been checking the SSCC group messages. I mentioned tonight's event in the group last night. Since Anning was in Kyoto, I let her come over to play as well."
As Jiang Xin finished speaking, Han Anning clearly saw Jiang Cheng too.
At the first sight of Jiang Cheng, the eyes behind the helmet clearly widened slightly.
Before Han Anning could respond to Jiang Xin's words, the victorious white female driver's mocking words spread clearly across the finish area.
"There are quite a few supercars in China, but it's a pity the skills are mediocre and don't match these good cars."
These words were like a loud slap, not only hitting Han Anning's face but also causing the expressions of all the Chinese drivers and club members present to instantly stiffen.
The originally noisy finish area suddenly became much quieter.
Of the men and women gathered here, who wasn't arrogant and from a wealthy background? Yet now, on their own turf, a foreigner was belittling the entire Chinese supercar circle with such a contemptuous sweeping generalization.
Indignation, unwillingness, and embarrassment—several emotions intertwined and fermented in the air.
Most people had ashen faces as they stared fixedly at the cheering Foreigner.
However, although they felt they had lost face, they were powerless to refute.
After all, the opponent had indeed won the race that just ended, and they had all seen Han Anning's strength during the warm-up activities; her skills were higher than several female drivers in HAC.
Since even she had lost, what else could the others say?